Bummer!

Guy and I got invited to a Halloween party that takes place tonight. A co-worker of his and his wife are throwing it, just as they've been doing for more than a decade. Their house is pretty much in the boonies, but really nice. It's big, well taken care of, has a pool, and acres of land surrounding it. It's pretty much the perfect place for parties, especially since it's so far away from anything, yet people can stay there, in the house or camp out. To make it even more appealing, the owners even put a pole in the patio. Hmmmm... I guess we left quite early from the party last year, because we learned that guests were utilizing it later in the night.

Anyway, it all sounds lovely, and exciting, and oh, so grown up! Or, at least, adult! The bummer is we can't go! Guy's parents, our only babysitting solution, are in Costa Rica until Wednesday. Yeah, too late.












































The pictures are from last year's party, when Guy and I went as the Couple from Hell (yeah, creative, I know *rolls eyes*), and I got to finally wear my zebra shoes. *sigh*

How Weird.

I was sitting at Starbucks today, enjoying my Iced Caramel Macchiato and reading a bit more of my book, when the weirdest thing happened. The fella who was sitting at the next table, a nondescript 45-or-so year old, approached me. He was holding a business card when he asked me if I had ever considered doing video or photo work. Flustered, I answered "No!" so he proceded to give me his card, and told me that I have the perfect look for what he's looking for! Plus, if I wanted to make $50 an hour, no nudity required, I should give him a call! [But if I went crazy and started taking my clothes off you wouldn't stop me buddy, right?]

The kicker was his last statement. "All you have to do is look shocked while you're being tied up!" OMG! Did I hear that right?!?! I got the card, obviously, because all I was thinking was I have to get home and write about this. I'm not calling him (or should I?), but I have to admit I'm slightly flattered, and giggling to myself just thinking about this.

International Walk to School Day

Late Weekend Update *Photo Heavy*

It was wet wet wet, we had fun but not a blast, Maroon 5 can actually rock live, the Counting Crows are getting old (like me), taking pictures of my feet was more so that I would make sure I wasn't standing in puke, some people should not participate in grind-trains (or whatever the heck the "scientific name" is), planes flying over football stadiums is a cool thing, people who go to the stadium just to tailgate in the parking lot while watching the games on trunk flat screen TVs and leave all their trash behind suck.

A quick trip to Sanibel Island

I got to go to Sanibel Island today, one of the most beautiful parts of Southwest Florida. Unfortunately I wasn't there to sight-see or go to the beach, but to see my doctor.

I've been suffering from this horrible back pain lately. It's located on the top part of my back, a wide horizontal strip that includes the shoulder blades. Yesterday it got even worse, extending itself to my lower left back side, and having severe spasms with every move I made. The painkillers were only minimally helpful at this point. So, my husband recruited his mom and she drove me this morning to our family doctor on tropical Sanibel. Dr. Kuehner is hubby's customer at the Cadillac dealership, and the two of them have established a friendly relationship over the years.

We, my mother in law, my son Andre, and I, arrived at his office around 9:30. In no time at all, the doctor had handed me a diagnosis of a "pulled muscle" and was hooking me up to a machine. Said machine had cables that lead to massage heads and pull the muscles intensely. He turned the lights off and closed the door, and left me alone for 30 soothing minutes of peace and quiet. I could feel the tension and pain leave my body as the electrodes shocked my back. When the doctor returned he "cracked" my back and my neck. The sounds I made very much resembled corn popping.

I have another appointment for the same treatment on Saturday morning. Meanwhile I am forbidden from picking up the kids, vacuuming, raking (raking???), exercising, and anything else that puts pressure on my back. I'm also instructed to keep on taking painkillers and muscle relaxers, and these tiny anti-inflammation pills.

I can't wait to feel normal and healthy again. It will suck if I look like the Hunchback at the concert Saturday night.



















Almost there.



















I'd rather be sailing.



















Built to last...



















I couldn't help but take a picture of the settee in the doctor's waiting area.

Getaway

Guy and I are having a fun, lush, child free weekend coming up. We've yet to arrange all details but the plan includes a concert, an overnight hotel stay (he says camping, ha!), and a football game, with prior tailgating.

We've recently been listening more and more of Maroon 5, and came to appreciate their fresh sound. And we've always been Counting Crows fans. So when I saw those 2 bands touring together, and coming to South Florida, on a Saturday furthermore, I couldn't help but get us tickets. Of course I got us lawn tix, not because we're cheap and poor, which we are, but so that we have some extra cash to spend on 7 dollar beers. West Palm Beach, here we come!



















Then, when we wake up Sunday morning-ish and have a nice, long, warm shower at our hotel, we're driving south to Miami. There we'll tailgate and watch the Miami Dolphins and the San Diego Chargers face off. I'm not partial to either team as I'm a Colts' fan, so I will be rooting for whoever hubby picks in his work football pool. We'll be hanging out with a couple of Guy's coworkers, so he won't be bored out of his mind watching football with the wife. Ah, I'm kidding, he loves watching football with me, especially since I got over my aversion for it and actually enjoy it. One of his buddies doesn't drink, so I think there's some agreement there he'll be a designated driver. I don't know yet how this all will go down, but I ain't drivin'!

Updates on Monday, well, maybe.

But... you're a Butt!

Are you that proud of your family name, you put it on your mailbox 3 times? Or is this an attempt at self-sarcasm?